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 Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
MDC,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.