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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 The Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.