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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.