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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.