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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young 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?
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.