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 Ecuador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.