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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.