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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.