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 India 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Scion,
ABC,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
The Saints,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.