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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Slave,
Crime,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.