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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.