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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.