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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.