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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.