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 Portugal 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Ludus,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.