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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Fear,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.