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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.