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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.