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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Crime,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.