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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.