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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.