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 Croatia and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.