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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Scion,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.