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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.