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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.