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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.