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 Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.