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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.