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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.