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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.