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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.