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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.