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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.