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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.