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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.