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 Thailand 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Trojans to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.