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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Television,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.