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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.