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 Togo 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.