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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Gong,
AZ,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.