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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
ABC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.