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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Organ,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.