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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.