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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.