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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.