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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.