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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.