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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.