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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.