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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.