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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the grunge 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.