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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Television to the dance 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.