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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.