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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.