Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.