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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the punk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.