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 Monaco and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Television,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Faust,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.