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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.