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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 AZ to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.