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 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 UT 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.