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 Laos 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gap Band to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.