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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Japan,
10cc,
The Remains,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.