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 Austria and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
a-ha,
The Names,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.