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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.