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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
10cc,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.