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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.