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 Botswana and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.