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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.