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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.