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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.