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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.