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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.