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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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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.