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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Hill 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.