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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.