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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.