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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.