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 Pakistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Organ,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.