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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Underground Resistance to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.