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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.