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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.