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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.