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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
The Names,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.