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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.