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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.