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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.