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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.