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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Can,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.