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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Smog,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.