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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
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.