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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Residents 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.