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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.