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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.