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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.