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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.