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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.