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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.