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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Index,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.