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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.