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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Rakim,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.