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 Iraq 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.