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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Nas,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Deakin,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.