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 Niger 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 Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.