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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
UT,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.