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 United States and from Bologna.
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 Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.