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 Marshall Islands 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
The Names,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.