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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.