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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.