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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.