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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.