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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.