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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.