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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.