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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.