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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Glenn Branca to the techno 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.