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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the techno 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.