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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls 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?
The Victims,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.