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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.