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 Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Scrapy to the jazz 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.