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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.