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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.