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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Harmonia 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.