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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 MC5 to the disco 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.