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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex 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?
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Scion,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.