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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.