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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.