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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.