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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.