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 Mali 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Wings,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.