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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.