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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Wings,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.