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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Whodini to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru 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?
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.