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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.