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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.