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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.