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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Brick,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.