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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.