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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Little Man to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.