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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.