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 Bhutan 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.