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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.