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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.