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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 Country Teasers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Visage,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.