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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.