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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.