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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.