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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.