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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 The Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
AZ,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.