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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the rock 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.