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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.