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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 London and Columbus.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Gong,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.