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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.