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 Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.