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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.