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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Fall to the techno 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.