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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.