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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.