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 Qatar 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.