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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
the Sonics,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.