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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.