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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Visage,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.