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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.