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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.