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 and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.