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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
New Order,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.