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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Television,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.