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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Gong,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.