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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.