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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Newcleus to the jazz 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Swans,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.