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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.