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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 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 Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Crime,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.