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 Kenya 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
UT,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
CMW,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.