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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.