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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Nas,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.