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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Slave,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.