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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Ronan to the techno 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.