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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 theremin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
EPMD,
New Order,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.