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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.