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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.