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 Canada and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 The Zeros to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.