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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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?
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.