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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.