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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.