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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.