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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Livin' Joy to the rap 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.