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 Uzbekistan 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.