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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.