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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.