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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Swans,
John Cale,
The Human League,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.