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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the jazz 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Television,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.