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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.