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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.