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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
the Association,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.