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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Television,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.