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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.