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 Austria 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Kurtis Blow 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.