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 Sweden 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Wings,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.