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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.