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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
the Germs,
MDC,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.