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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.