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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.