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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
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.