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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.