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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.