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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.