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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trojans to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Brick,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
The Names,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.