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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.