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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.