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 Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.