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 Spain and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Wings to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.