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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.