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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 PIL to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.