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 the UAE and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.