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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Visage,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
The Evens,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.