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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.