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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Jandek,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.