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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.