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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bad Manners to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.