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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Wings,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.