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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.