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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.