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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
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.