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 France and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.