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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.