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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Franke,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.