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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Monolake,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.