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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.