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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.