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 Belgium 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the crunk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.