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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.