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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
cv313,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.