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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.