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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.