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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.