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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.