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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.