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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 CMW to the techno 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Cymande,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.