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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.