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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.