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 Vanuatu 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.