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 Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.