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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.