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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.