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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Nas,
Neu!,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.