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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Scion,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.