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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.