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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.