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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.