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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.