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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Cameo,
The Names,
The United States of America,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.