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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Camberwell Now to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.