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 China and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.