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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.