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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.