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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Franke,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.