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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.