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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.