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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.