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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Organ,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.