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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.