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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Little Man,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
The Index,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.