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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.