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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 PIL 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.