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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
the Association,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.