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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angry Samoans to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Can,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.