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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.