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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.