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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.