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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Names to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.