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 Brazil and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
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.