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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.