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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the funk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.