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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
the Normal,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Slave,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.