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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Q65,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Lalann,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Index,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.