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 Nauru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.