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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
ABC,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.