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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 World's Most to the funk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.