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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Index,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.