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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.