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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.