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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.