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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.