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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.