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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
JFA,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.