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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.