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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.