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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.