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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.