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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.