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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.