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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.