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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.