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 Russia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.