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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 the Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
ABC,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.