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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.