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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Fear,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.