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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.