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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Goldenarms to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.