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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.