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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 marimba 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 Amon Düül II to the disco 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.