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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.