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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Make Up,
the Association,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.