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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.