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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.