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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
MC5,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Nico,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.