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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Monks,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.