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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Swell Maps 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.