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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
ABBA,
CMW,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.