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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
World's Most,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.