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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.