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 Laos 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.