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 Barbados and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rotary Connection 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Zapp 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 disco 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.