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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.