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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.