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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.