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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.