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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.