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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Rekid,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.