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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Section 25,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Swans,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.