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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 punk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Can,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.