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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 snare 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.