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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.