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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.