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 Russia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.