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 France 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Schoolly D to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.