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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.