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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Swans,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.