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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.