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 Australia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.