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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 The J.B.'s to the disco 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.