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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the grunge 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.