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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Gong,
JFA,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.