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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 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 The Black Dice to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.