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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Real Kids to the grime 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.