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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.