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 Laos 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.