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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.