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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.