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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Flipper,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.