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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.