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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.