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 Andorra 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.