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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Second Layer to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
a-ha,
the Association,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.