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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.