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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.