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 Lithuania and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Faust,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.