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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.