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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
ABC,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.