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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.