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 Oman 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Machine to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.