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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.