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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.