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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
The Move,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.