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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.