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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Index,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.