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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
UT,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.