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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.