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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.