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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Organ,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.