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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the disco 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Mars,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.