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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Minor Threat to the punk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.