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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Echospace,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.