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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Erasure,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.