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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Ken Boothe to the dance 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.