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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.