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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.