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 Barbados and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Swans,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.