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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.