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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.