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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Crime,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.