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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.