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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.