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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
The Doors,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.