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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 chamberlin 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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette 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?
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.