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 Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
JFA,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.