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 Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.