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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.