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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Kayak,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.