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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.