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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.