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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.