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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.