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 Canada and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Smog,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.