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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.