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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Audionom to the disco 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Scion,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.