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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.