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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.