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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the punk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.