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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 U.S. Maple to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.