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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.