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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Gabor Szabo 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.