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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Rekid to the rock 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.