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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.