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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.