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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.