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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.