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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.