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 Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.