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 Argentina 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.