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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
The Names,
The Move,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.