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 Paraguay 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.