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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.