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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Crime,
Chrome,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.