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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 güiro 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.