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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the funk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.