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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.