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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.