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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
X-101,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.