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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.