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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.