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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
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.