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 Zambia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 the Normal to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.