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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 Winnipeg and Manila.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.