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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.