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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Q65,
The Count Five,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.