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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Mars,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.