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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 The Monks 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.