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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the disco 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.