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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Grey Daturas to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp 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?
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Gong,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.