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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.