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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.