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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.