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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.