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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.