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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the techno 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.