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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.