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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.