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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
June Days,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
The Evens,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.