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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Shoche to the rap 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.