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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.