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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the disco 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.