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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.