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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.