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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
New Order,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.