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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
cv313,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Can,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.