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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.