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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.