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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Index,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.