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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.