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 Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.