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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kayak 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.