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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.