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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.