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 Congo and from New York.
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 Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.