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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.