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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 London and Tehran.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Busters to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.