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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.