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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.