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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.