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 Namibia and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Maurizio to the grunge 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.