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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Nico to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Gong,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.