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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Depeche Mode to the grunge 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.