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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.