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 Egypt and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
The Move,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.