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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the crunk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.