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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the rock 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.