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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.