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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
The Move,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
The Motions,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.