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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.