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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Star Department to the funk 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 Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.