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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.