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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
The Martian,
UT,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.