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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.