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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
cv313,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Organ,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.