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 Canada and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.