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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.