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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.