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 Saudi Arabia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.