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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Tres Demented to the techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.