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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.