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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Technova,
John Cale,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.