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 Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Count Five to the dance 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.