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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Stooges 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.