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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.