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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Ten City to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Quantec,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.