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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.