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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Nas,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.