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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Skarface to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Index,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Motorama,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.