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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Warsaw to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.