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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.