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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.