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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.