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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.