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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Fear to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.