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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.