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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Flipper,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.