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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 The Evens to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.