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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Niagra,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.