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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.