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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.