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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.