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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.