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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.