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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the grunge 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.