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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 organ 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.