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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.