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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 The Fortunes to the dance 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
the Association,
cv313,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.