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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.