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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.