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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 linndrum 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.