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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.