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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.