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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.