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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.