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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.