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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.