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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.