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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 Portland and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.