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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 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 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 The Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers 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?
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.