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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Danielle Patucci 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.