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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.