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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Magazine,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.